The wildies.

Pancakes are great.   

Have I ever mentioned that? Probably not.

My horrible, lousy way of making pancakes was just sad, so damn sad - because instead of being able to flip them in this magical way that all my other girl pals did, my pancakes made an odd squelching sound and folded itself into half instead of flip over in a complete, fluid motion like what I wanted it to.

It was discouraging, to say the least.

I just sighed and poured maple syrup onto it, more than what I probably should have - and downed them gratefully, wondering whether I should take up cooking courses.

Then there were the snacks, of course.

 The rest of the day was spent playing Resident Evil on Wii. Trust me, it has got to be one of the most fun things ever. Shooting, the gore, feeling frightened yet anticipating what monster would be bursting out next. It was even better having friends play by your side, screaming insults at the screen all the time.

Oh, yes - I fail in headshots, but I do pride myself at the fact that I could wipe that shit-eating grin off that evil dude boss' face with machine guns. Meh heh heh heh - and oh, have I mentioned that one of the Wii games I dislike the most is Cooking Mama?

Because...seriously, what kind of a game is that?!

And then, for the next issue.

...

"Li Anne," Willa called out to me hesitantly, "Are you drunk?"

Drunk? Who, me? Of course not.

Of course not.

Of...okay, maybe just a little.

But hey, I wanted to let off a little tension.

To be honest, I was pissed at getting a 9.9 GPA. The full mark was 10, and I wanted holyfucking10.0, but some little minor shit just had to fuck itself up and instead of 10.0, it was 9-point-fucking-oh-9 - not to mention there was competition out there, and dear God Anne, your perfectionist nature just demands more perfection. Whaaaaaaaaat.

So, technically, it was my fault that I got bottle after bottle of...whatever drink that was.

But granted, it was fun belting out "Numb" by Linkin Park at the top of my voice. And screaming Avril's songs while making obscene hand motions. And going "FUCK YEAAAAHH BI-ATCH" at 1am while jumping up and down like some over-caffeinated psycho.

Perhaps that was why my friends were looking at me in that funny way - I definitely do not act like that in my everyday life. But hey, I didn't regret that night.

I would definitely do it again.

And again.

And again.

One more week of holidays. Let's see what more fun would come up.

Damn, why am I not of legal age yet?